Hanna’s Hat Trick

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00069]What happens when a self-confessed workaholic, Hanna Bowness, owns and manages a professional hockey team and is responsible for keeping the team’s ‘goon’ or ‘enforcer’ under control? Rejean Haultain is big, bad, and beautiful, and up to now, totally untamed. It’s up to Hanna to keep her team in the black, keep Rejean from beating opposition players black and blue, or hurting others to the point that her team is penalized, keep her heart from bleeding red, and to keep Rejean from serious injury or even jail. As the two skate around their desires and their jobs, as well as keeping the media out of their personal lives, and navigating the courts of public opinion in the midst of Olympic playoffs, and the Stanley Cup, is it even possible for the twain to meet? Or will Rejean’s hat tricks be relegated to the ice, and not to Hanna’s bedroom?

Hot Autumn Nights Blog Hop

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“Come on, Freddi-with-an-I. I won’t bite. We’ll be back in half an hour, I promise. I don’t have an extra helmet, but we can stay on the back road so it should be okay if you wear mine”

Shoving her cell phone in her pocket, she said to herself, “What the hell?” and climbed on the back of the bike. Ward carefully buckled the helmet under her chin, breathing in her sweet shampoo scent.

“I haven’t been on a bike for years,” she spoke into his ear. “I have forgotten the freedom of a bike and the wind in my face. I love it!”


 Freddi soon figured out that the constant thrumming between her legs was making her panties wet. That had never happened when she rode with her father. Obviously it had something to do with the man she had her arms around too. He was lean and muscular, and his skin through the thin tee shirt was warmed by the sun. He smelled faintly like citrus, but more like virile man.

She studied the tattoos she could see from behind him, and saw that they were truly works of art. There were dragons and mythical creatures, a montage of whorls and designs, which must have taken hours to do. She wondered how he could stand the long inactivity necessary to perfect the tatts. She could smell the mossy odor of rotting leaves, and there was a faint hint of new-mown hay in the wind as well. She wondered if this Ward could sense her trembling wasn’t just due to the rumbling of the motor beneath them. She hadn’t felt a longing like this for a long time. In fact, she wasn’t sure she had ever known this instantaneous and spontaneous attraction for anyone.  Her clit was in perfect alignment with the leather seat, her body center felt as if it were melting, and her heart was pounding against the muscles of Ward’s back. She was so lost in her thoughts  and feelings that she was surprised to see they were already back at the acreage. And a good thing too. The vibrations under her crotch had very nearly given her a climax.

And wouldn’t that have been embarrassing, she thought. Having an orgasm from a motorcycle, while holding a stranger around the waist.

Ward climbed off and gave her a hand. Carefully, he removed the helmet from her head and put it on the seat. He ran his thumb around hers, and lazily made a circle on her palm. He didn’t let go of her hand. He pulled her closer to him and placed his hand on her nape, drawing her lips to his. His musky scent hypnotized her. She wet her lips, just in time for him to nip at her tongue, and thrust his own tongue toward her mouth. Their tongues dueled for a moment, touching and savoring. He tasted like the bright sunlight, and a little salty from his sweat. He tasted heavenly. She ran her tongue over his lips, tracing them, memorizing them. He responded in kind, thrusting his tongue into her sweet mouth, and dancing around her teeth and the roof of her mouth.

What am I doing? I don’t know this guy from Adam. And here we are practically making out in the middle of my yard, in front of God and anybody who happened by. Not that many people happen by, but they could.

She drew back, flustered.

He chuckled. “Well, Miss Freddi, that was certainly a pleasant ending to our ride. Can we try that again on Sunday when I come out? I’ll bring the bike back on the truck and we can ride while my friend uses his infrared equipment.”

“No, I, ah, I, um, I don’t even know you. We can’t, I shouldn’t,“ she trailed off, her face blushing furiously.

“Oh yes we can, Freddi, and we will, I promise you. You and I are going to find out lots of things about each other in the future. We’re going to find out what’s in that building over there, and we’re going to find out much, much, more about this attraction between us. I know you can feel it, and I can even smell it on you. You’re turned on, aren’t you? That big Harley between your legs made you all wet, didn’t it? Don’t be embarrassed. I’m glad you like the bike and I hope you like me too.”

With that he left her standing open-mouthed, feet glued to the ground, as he mounted the bike, gunned the motor and turned around, driving away without a backward look.

Grammar Nazi Carat, caret,carrot

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend, so you should know that carat weight is important in buying a diamond– the more the more expensive the diamond. A caret is a term used by editors & writers like me. It is an editor’s mark, showing that a correction needs to be made. Of course, Bugs Bunny eats carrots to stay healthy.

Grammar Nazi– Trouper vs Trooper

The line between these two words is becoming blurred because both words are hardly ever in common use nowadays.
Troupe refers to a travelling group of minstrels who used to visit castles to entertain. Later, when Burlesque was popular, a troupe was a group of actors/entertainers who sang & danced & moved from town to town.

A troop refers to a grup of soldiers who serve togther under a commander.

When one is thought to be a trouper, it means the show must go on, even if sickness or injury might indicate otherwise. Someone may be a trouper if they carry on under any kind of adversity.

A trooper is one individual in a troop of soldiers. It doesn’t indicate someone carrying on under adversity. thus a trooper might be a trouper if he continues his duties even while injured.

Grammar Nazi–Amateur-Armature

You can be an amateur as opposed to a professional, usually meaning you don’t get paid as much as a professional. An amateur often means someone who is in training, not fully qualified yet.

Armature refers to part of a machine, which rotates to cause the machine to move.

These words are not interchangeable, nor are they anything close to meaning the same thing.

Glendale AZ Chocolate Affaire 2012

 Authors signing books at the Glendale AZ chocolate Affaire Feb 3-5/12. Left to right, Mary Maxie aka Patrizia Murray, Kathryne Kennedy, Darien Gerow, Tina Gerow aka Cassie Ryan. Chocolate & Romance just go together!

Cover Model Jimmy Thomas was a great draw, & had his picture taken hundreds of times with fair goers. Crowds were huge, & lineups were common. Lots of books signed/sold, lots of on line ordering information given, great venue for local authors. Plan to attend next year!